Asia POV
As we cuddled close on the couch, Joey got bored and decided instead of watching the movie, he'd watch me.
Creep.
"Do I have a pimple?" I ask in fake fright, I couldn't be bothered what I look like infront of him.
"No." He laughs.
He slowly starts leaning in, and surprisingly, I do too. He plants a passionate kiss on my lips. It's not long until we're in hot make out session with both our shirts off. We break apart but only for a few seconds to catch our breaths before our lips meet again. As we were about to go further my alarm for the lasagne goes off.
Is it bad that I'm kinda said it did? I was really enjoying that.
"Dinner's ready." I say with probably red cheeks.
"Great, maybe we can finish that off later then?" He says, I punch him playfully.
I put my shirt back on and go dish up our meal. We eat while having a full conversation that had me genuinely smiling. We had talked about our families and all memories we had with them.
When we finished we had packed the dishes in the dishwasher and left it to do its thing.
I walked upstairs and as I entered the room I was suddenly pushed against the wall. I let out a small scream and when I realized it was Joey I laughed a laugh of relief.
He started kissing my neck and eventually found his way to my lips. I kissed him back with as much passion as him. I let out a moan when he had started sucking on my sweet spot which i'm sure will leave a hickey after we're finished.
Wait. When we're finished?
I can't let this happen. Fuck no. I'm not ready, never mind with kidnapper-psycho-creep freak.
I put my hands up in a sort of defense.
"Joey, I can't do this not now." I say out of breath, slightly embarrassed.
I didn't expect that to happen. I didn't want this happen, or maybe i do? I have no idea what's happening in my mind right now. All it's doing is sabotaging my plan. I can't fall in love with him. But I think after tonight I might just be in the process. Ah I hate hormones.
Joey pulls me out of my thoughts when speaks, "It's okay, take your time." and ending with a kiss on the cheek.
Does he really have to be sweet now? I'm trying to list the reasons why I hate him but all I do is question them. Fuck my life.
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words: 44-something
written: 23 november 2017
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